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Hello all! Back in 2017, I made this visual novel as a sort of epilogue for LB;MR. The website I used, Cloudnovel is fantastic, however I have found it has had issues maintaining the sound assets which means over the years people have not been able to play it and I’ve had to go back and fix it. This is not very ideal for anybody.

However, I have now done the sensible thing and turned it into a video. The quality is not as wonderful as I would like, however it takes you through the whole story, including the three possible endings.

I hope you enjoy :)

The Case of the Prof

Two classes I’m taking this semester have assessments where I might make a visual novel, so I decided to practice by making a little fan case for LB;MR!

“Months after Justin’s arrest, a troubling suggestion about the Prof’s condition causes Alfendi and Lucy to look into the matter.”

Important stuff:

1. Firstly, I’d like to acknowledge and thank @mystery-room and @mysteryroomfiles for their sprites. If we didn’t have great people like them in the fandom, making visual novels and other content wouldn’t be possible.

2. There are no spoilers for Layton’s Mystery Journey, however Katrielle is mentioned!

3. The story contains past Alfendi/Hilda.

4. There are a total of three endings, and the order in which you do things does not matter. That’s all I’ll say right now, because I don’t want to spoil it too much.

5. I’ve tried to emulate the game’s style for ~immersion~ and look forward to fine-tuning this in the future.

6. It’s my first time making a visual novel, and I’m happy with the result. However, I’m certain there will be a bug somewhere! If something doesn’t look like it’s working, let me know ASAP and I’ll try to fix it for you.

7. I would appreciate it if you gave me feedback after playing! Was it boring? Was it good? Let me know, so I can nail my assignments.

8. Lastly and obviously, I do not own any part of the Layton Series. I have not and will not profit from making this visual novel, except in enjoyment.

I hope you enjoy~

#Mod #visual novel

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I think I have successfully fixed this (it wasn't loading due to assets not working). Enjoy :)

The Case of the Prof

Two classes I’m taking this semester have assessments where I might make a visual novel, so I decided to practice by making a little fan case for LB;MR!

“Months after Justin’s arrest, a troubling suggestion about the Prof’s condition causes Alfendi and Lucy to look into the matter.”

Important stuff:

1. Firstly, I’d like to acknowledge and thank @mystery-room and @mysteryroomfiles for their sprites. If we didn’t have great people like them in the fandom, making visual novels and other content wouldn’t be possible.

2. There are no spoilers for Layton’s Mystery Journey, however Katrielle is mentioned!

3. The story contains past Alfendi/Hilda.

4. There are a total of three endings, and the order in which you do things does not matter. That’s all I’ll say right now, because I don’t want to spoil it too much.

5. I’ve tried to emulate the game’s style for ~immersion~ and look forward to fine-tuning this in the future.

6. It’s my first time making a visual novel, and I’m happy with the result. However, I’m certain there will be a bug somewhere! If something doesn’t look like it’s working, let me know ASAP and I’ll try to fix it for you.

7. I would appreciate it if you gave me feedback after playing! Was it boring? Was it good? Let me know, so I can nail my assignments.

8. Lastly and obviously, I do not own any part of the Layton Series. I have not and will not profit from making this visual novel, except in enjoyment.

I hope you enjoy~

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Layton Brother Bash 2: Murder Boogaloo

BeeBuzzly is excited to annouce the second LB;MR Week!!

For those who don’t know, the bash was created last year to celebrate the sixth anniversary of Layton Brothers;Mystery Room. Like the year before, the week will run from Monday, September 21 to Sunday, September 27.

However, this year’s prompts layout will be different. This time, there will be two prompts for each day.You can choose to do one of the prompts, two separate pieces for each prompt or combined them into one piece! Also, its alright if your not able to participate everyday! Any amount of content will be greatly appreciated!  

The Prompts:

Day 1: Favourite Side Character / Lunch Break

Day 2: Unlikely Match up / Headcannon 

Day 3: Occupation Swap / Song prompt

Day 4: Suspects / Tea

Day 5: Victorian AU / Flowers

Day 6: Family / Crossover

Day 7: Vacation / Animals 

When you upload your fanwork, you can tag it as #lbmr;week and/or any of the usual Mystery Room tags. Then, I will reblog all fanworks here, at laytonbrothersbirthdaybash. If I miss any posts don’t be afraid to message or at me. You can also submit your work if you’d prefer that!

I’m so glad to do this again and I can’t wait to see what you all come up with!!

#mod #saving for my own reference #wish I'd known about this earlier!

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Enola Holmes has big Katrielle Layton energy

#Professor Layton #Layton's Mystery Journey #Katrielle Layton #think about it #genius brother #missing parent #rides a bike #ends up being friends with a boy she didn't initially want around #a detective but doesn't work for the Yard #what more could you ask for #Mod

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Hello @revilen​! It’s so nice to hear from you.

I know what you mean - I started this blog back when I was in high school, and now I am quiiiiite a bit older than that. Congrats on college and all!

Love the prompt - I’ll give it a go and see what I come up with :)

-AlMod

#Mod

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Drabbles

Hi all,

I’ve been very absent from the Layton/LBMR fandom over the past two or so years. With that absence, I’ve left a number of unfinished stories (and an even larger number of WIPs that have never seen the light of day... dear lord, so many WIPs).

Since I last was active, a lot has happened. I finished my final studies of university and started out in my career, which has been an experience and a half given the global pandemic. That’s meant that I haven’t given a lot of time to the things I used to enjoy, namely writing. This has become very clear to me as I’m now on holidays and feel a bit aimless.

Truth is, I still have a lot of love for Layton and LBMR. LBMR in particular holds a special place in my heart, and I’m still in awe of how the team behind it did so much with the little they had. The characters and story still rank amongst my favourites.

I’m not going to make you any promises about how I’m going to finish all my neglected stories - you’ve all seen too many of those from me already. However, I’ve been challenging myself to write 1000 words each day, which has been a nice way to ease me back into things. I do hope that when I have a bit more of a story completed, I’ll be able to share it with you.

In the meantime, to help get my inspiration going, feel free to submit me a prompt for a quick drabble. I prefer drabbles focused on LBMR characters, but also love incorporating characters from the broader Layton universe too.

Hope to chat soon :)

-AlMod

#Mod #LBMR #Layton Brothers #Mystery Room #Professor Layton

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I’m still out here searching for my honor 😩

#sweats nervously #hello #post from almod incoming

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(Link in letter)

Dear Risa,

Oh, wow! Thank you so much for the compliments! It’s nice to hear that about a story I wrote so long ago, and I’m glad it meant one of your friends could share in the LBMR goodness with you.

Your cosplays are amazing!! I’m in awe. If only I had some friends who were willing to do the same!

Thanks for sharing this with me :)

-AlMod

#Mod

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Out of Sight - Ch. 10

First chapter Previous chapter

A/N: This story is like my poor, neglected child. The good news is that now that this chapter is uploaded, there are only two chapters left to go, and my direction for the story is much stronger. I’m on holidays right now and one of my goals is to get back into writing. It’s been hard, because I haven’t written anything in over a year (yikes!), but I’m absolutely determined, because you guys deserve an ending as much as Lucy and Alfendi deserve happiness.

Also - I mentioned this a while back, but like some other fans of LBMR, I’m no longer using the names Potty and Placid. Firstly, the nicknames just sound terrible, and secondly, they’re quite demeaning. Instead, I’ll be using Al for Potty, and Fendi for Placid. These nicknames are delightful and suit each personality nicely.

Enjoy!

Keep reading

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Out of Sight - Ch. 10

First chapter Previous chapter

A/N: This story is like my poor, neglected child. The good news is that now that this chapter is uploaded, there are only two chapters left to go, and my direction for the story is much stronger. I’m on holidays right now and one of my goals is to get back into writing. It’s been hard, because I haven’t written anything in over a year (yikes!), but I’m absolutely determined, because you guys deserve an ending as much as Lucy and Alfendi deserve happiness.

Also - I mentioned this a while back, but like some other fans of LBMR, I’m no longer using the names Potty and Placid. Firstly, the nicknames just sound terrible, and secondly, they’re quite demeaning. Instead, I’ll be using Al for Potty, and Fendi for Placid. These nicknames are delightful and suit each personality nicely.

Enjoy!

Keep reading

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My writing

Hi all!

Just some reminders/updates about where you can find my stories:

Tumblr AO3 Fanfiction.net (this is a new profile that I am currently uploading old stories to)

Furthermore, I’m going through my stories to change the names I’ve previously used for Alfendi’s personalities. You can read more about this here. This process is going to take a while, but I’m glad to be doing it as it’s long overdue.

Lastly, here’s the latest goss about what I’m working on:

-Finishing Out of Sight - I uploaded the latest chapter last night and I have two more left. -Project revamp - I can’t say much about this at the moment, but I’m keen. -File No. 010: Spiralling Omnipotence - Currently on hold. It’s not abandoned, but it is a bit lower down on the list of priorities. I haven’t written anything in a long time, and I need to sit down, re-read the entire thing, and get in the right headspace before continuing.

I love reading other people’s fics as inspiration, so if anybody has any recommendations, send them my way!

#Alfendi Layton #Mystery Room #Layton Brothers #Mod

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Out of Sight - Ch. 10

First chapter Previous chapter

A/N: This story is like my poor, neglected child. The good news is that now that this chapter is uploaded, there are only two chapters left to go, and my direction for the story is much stronger. I’m on holidays right now and one of my goals is to get back into writing. It’s been hard, because I haven’t written anything in over a year (yikes!), but I’m absolutely determined, because you guys deserve an ending as much as Lucy and Alfendi deserve happiness.

Also - I mentioned this a while back, but like some other fans of LBMR, I’m no longer using the names Potty and Placid. Firstly, the nicknames just sound terrible, and secondly, they’re quite demeaning. Instead, I’ll be using Al for Potty, and Fendi for Placid. These nicknames are delightful and suit each personality nicely.

Enjoy!

Keep reading

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Out of Sight - Ch. 10

First chapter Previous chapter

A/N: This story is like my poor, neglected child. The good news is that now that this chapter is uploaded, there are only two chapters left to go, and my direction for the story is much stronger. I’m on holidays right now and one of my goals is to get back into writing. It’s been hard, because I haven’t written anything in over a year (yikes!), but I’m absolutely determined, because you guys deserve an ending as much as Lucy and Alfendi deserve happiness.

Also - I mentioned this a while back, but like some other fans of LBMR, I’m no longer using the names Potty and Placid. Firstly, the nicknames just sound terrible, and secondly, they’re quite demeaning. Instead, I’ll be using Al for Potty, and Fendi for Placid. These nicknames are delightful and suit each personality nicely.

Enjoy!

--

Being an inspector of Scotland Yard carried a few perks.

Certainly not the pay – both Alfendi and his bank account could attest to that with confidence. Not the long working hours either, though neither side of him had ever minded that part of the job.

The freedom one gained after the tedious climb up the ranks was incomparable. Alfendi was in the fortunate position where he wielded enough influence for people to actually listen to him, yet was shielded enough from the public that most of his wrongdoings would go unnoticed by the media. The fire raging in the town might be a different matter, but it was the least of his worries for the moment.

However, as he was wheeled through the hospital on a stretcher, he knew that the real benefit to being with the Yard was queue-jumping the medical process like injured royalty. Neither Lucy nor himself would spend any time in waiting rooms.

But everything was happening too quickly for his drugged body to fully process. Craning his head, he saw only strangers.

“Wh-Where’s Lucy?” His fingers gripped the sleeve of one of the nurses, but the material slipped away from him. He stared at the digits, numb and disconnected from his body and mind.

Fear clutched at him and in his panic, he tried to sit up. Gentle hands pushed him back into the stretcher.

“You’re being treated for different things, dear,” a calm voice replied. “She needs to see different doctors. You’ll see her soon.”

He didn’t like that, but his words died the second he tried to summon them from his throat.

They arrived in a large room, where one doctor tended to the gunshot wound on his ear, whilst another focused on his right arm. The glass had been removed by medics on the way to the hospital, and after checking that there was none left and that the scratches had been disinfected, the second doctor applied a clean bandage that wound from his elbow down to his palm. Checking him for signs of concussion – had he hit his head? – she appeared satisfied that he would be okay.

“You’re going to have a rough few weeks, but I can’t see any signs of lasting damage,” she explained. She handed him a glass of water and two painkillers. “Keep your excitement to a minimum, and you’ll heal just fine.”

Through his blurred vision, Alfendi tried to make out her name badge.

She noticed and smiled. “Doctor Wells.” She extended her hand.

“Thank you,” he murmured, shaking it weakly.

“Get some rest,” she said. “Doctor’s orders.”

He didn’t have much of a say in the matter as he was wheeled to his room (completely unnecessarily, Al thought, but Fendi had the sense to accept).

The painkillers kicked in as soon as his head touched the pillow, though he felt like he sank right through and was falling down and down.

--

He awoke from nothing with a gasp, hands gripping the sheets.

“Alfendi!”

The woman seated next to him jumped, her hand rising to her chest.

“Hilda?” he croaked, registering her blonde, wavy hair. “Hilda, what-”

“Hush,” she ordered, and though her tone was sharp, her expression showed her concern. “I know you’ve never liked shutting up but give yourself a minute before you start babbling.” Leaning forward, she rearranged his pillows before pushing him into them. Waiting a further few seconds, she was satisfied that he was listening. “It’s currently half ten at night,” she continued. “You arrived here at five. Doctors assessed your condition and you’ve somehow come out of this without lasting damage.”

He remembered that much. Breathing in, he waited for the rest of his thoughts to unjumble. His ear throbbed – he’d been shot. His arm was heavy – there had been glass shards in it. His head was foggy – he’d fallen and hit it.

After he’d deduced those things, all the events came back to him at once. He tried to sit up but his head throbbed. “Lucy-”

“-is fine,” Hilda interrupted. A smile caught the corner of her lips. “She’s been asking about you too. You’re much worse for wear than she is.”

Hilda’s answer eased his mind as much as it could, without actually seeing Lucy in person. He needed to know more. “What are her injuries like?”

“She was treated for her hand wound. It’s nasty, but with time and rest it will heal. They’ve also checked her for potential poisoning, which-”

“Poisoning?” he spat.

“She was drugged when they captured her, Alfendi,” Hilda replied. “As a precaution the doctors have taken a blood sample to make sure it was nothing bad.”

“And the results?”

“The hospital hasn’t returned them yet. However, it seems you’re both well liked. One of your colleagues from the Yard – the small one, brown hair – ran her own test.”

“Florence Sich?”

“Yes, that’s the one. The results came back clean.”

Nothing could have restrained his sigh of relief. If Florence had run the test, then he knew it would be reliable.

It was fine. It was fine.

As much as he longed to seek out Lucy’s room, he knew that given the hour, she was probably in a much-needed slumber herself. Not to mention that even though he hadn’t seen his reflection yet, she would be horrified by his condition. His hand reached up to touch the dressing on his ear, and he instantly recoiled as sharp pain shot through it.

“The bullet tore through some cartilage,” Hilda said. “The doctor has told me that it shouldn’t impact your hearing, but it won’t look the same as it did before.”

He didn’t know what to say to that. His mind was too foggy to think about what this might mean for him in the future. He was about to thank Hilda, but when he looked at her face, he knew that there was more.

“Both of the thugs have also been admitted to hospital. The one that was shot, and the one with glass in her eyes.”

“Carter and Briggs,” he replied. “I didn’t shoot Carter – neither did Lucy. He eventually turned on his partner and she shot him in retaliation. He was going to try to free us.”

“Do you think Briggs is the head of the operation?”

“97.3% sure,” Fendi replied automatically. “Is Carter okay?”

“He’s come out of surgery, but it looks promising. The testimony from him, you and Lucy will be very valuable.”

“I think he’ll cooperate. His partnership with Briggs has been sour for a while, from what I could tell.” Thinking about her caused spite to run through him. “And what of Briggs?”

“Handcuffed to a bed and heavily guarded. She’s a spiteful thing, isn’t she?”

Something stirred within him, and he swung his legs off the bed. It took all his effort not to wince. “I want to see her.”

She sighed. “Alfendi-”

“It’s my only chance, Hilda. After she’s discharged from hospital, she’ll be in custody, and given I’m now a victim in this case, there’s no chance they’ll let me question her then.” He saw her firm expression and tried again. “Please. She hurt Lucy.”

To everybody else in the world Hilda would have looked the same, but he knew her well enough to see that his bid had worked. Ever so slightly, her lips softened, and her piercing gaze lowering a fraction. “I’m well aware.” She looked him over once before sighing. “You are too convincing for your own good, Alfendi. Follow me.”

--

Hilda did him the favour of walking more slowly than usual to ensure he could keep pace. Regardless, his body ached, and he had to stop twice to rest.

Arriving at the room, Hilda waved to the guards and they stood aside. Turning to him, she nodded. “Good luck.”

“Thanks.”

Pushing the poor open, his eyes took a moment to adjust to the room, the only light source being the lines that had crept in from the gaps in the blinds.

Briggs was upright on the bed, as though she had been expecting somebody. A thick bandage was wound around her head, covering her eyes. She made no move when he closed the door.

“Greetings,” she said. “To whom am I speaking?”

“Briggs,” he replied, ignoring her second question.

“Oh, it’s the inspector,” she replied, amused. “Last I saw you looked pretty terrible. It’s a shame I can’t confirm that now.”

“I look better than you.”

“That’s a low bar.” Her teeth flashed as she grinned. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Alfendi couldn’t answer right away. He learned against the wall to steady himself. It was a reasonable question for her to ask. He knew he wasn’t here as an inspector of Scotland Yard – it had become much more personal than that.

Eventually, he knew what he wanted to say. “If I hadn’t come,” he began, “what would you have done?”

“Are you trying to prove to yourself that you were a hero?”

He ignored the dig. “I’m sure you want to tell me.”

“You’re right.” She paused. “When your cop awoke, I was going to question her. I was going to establish how much the police knew about our operations, by any means necessary. Regardless, Carter and I would have left the town in the same day, in case the search party stumbled across our base.”

“And what of Lucy?”

“That’s something I’ll keep to myself. I still have a trial, after all.” She smiled back at him, and though he knew she couldn’t see him, he felt as though he was being watched.

That told him all he needed to know, and she hadn’t had to admit to a single thing.

Calm down. She’s fine. She’s okay. Fendi was talking to himself more than Al.

“Speaking of which, you look cheerful for somebody who is blinded and facing trial,” he commented.

“It’s exactly because of that – I still have a trial,” she replied. “When you think of that, things are looking quite lovely for me. After all, I’m a suspect horrifically injured by a police officer. That same man committed arson, which I’m sure is against protocol.” She laughed. “A good lawyer can do a lot with that. With Carter gone, it’s the cops’ word against mine. Oh, the things the public will say about you!”

“There is far more evidence against you,” Al spat. “It won’t be that easy.”

“Won’t it?” she asked, her voice sing-song. “This event will ruin you. You’ll probably lose your job. You and that girl will never be the same after this.”

She wants you to be angry.

He knew that – both sides of him – but his fists balled, and he felt himself shaking. He longed to cause Briggs the same pain she’d caused him, but more importantly, the pain she’d caused-

Lucy.

I love you.

He remembered the moment they’d shared, she locked in the basement, he on the other side of the unbreakable door. His hand pushing against the metal, willing it to melt away as they both spoke assurances that things would be okay, even though their chances of success were slim.

Yet through trust and determination, they’d made it out of that basement and that blasted town. Despite being harmed, they would recover. Their position now was far better than he could have hoped or expected.

He took a step towards Briggs, Al allowing Fendi to come forward. “I’ve heard your version of the future. Now, listen to mine.” Fendi paused, studying her face. He knew he had her attention. “In no more than a few days, Lucy and I will leave hospital. We’ll take a few weeks off work – paid leave, thanks to you – and then we’ll return. We’ll re-enter our back-office, make a coffee and tackle whatever case is waiting for us. We’ll solve it, then another, then another. We will continue our careers, and our lives, together. We’ll meet other criminals, much more interesting than you, and while we won’t forget you, I doubt we’ll think of you often.”

He leaned in close, knowing she would be able to feel his presence.

“But you?” Al said, scoffing. “You’ll be handcuffed to this bed until you’re well enough to be moved to custody. When your trial comes around, you will receive a sentence so long that you’ll have wished your life had ended in that basement. Then you’ll go to prison, likely the worst we have in the country for the crimes you’ve committed, and the world will keep spinning without you.”

Briggs opened her mouth, her lips dry as she exhaled, before closing it.

His work was done, and he retreated. “Oh, and one more thing,” he said, poised by the door. “I wouldn’t be so sure about the lack of witnesses. Carter’s alive, and given Lucy and I saved his life, I’m sure he won’t mind putting in a word against you in the trial.”

He heard the beginning of a shriek as he closed the door behind him.

--

“Cathartic?” Hilda asked as he shuffled down the hallway, florescent lights flickering above them.

“Yes.”

“I’m impressed. I expected to hear much more yelling – that’s what the old you would have done.”

“I’m not the old me, and not only because of Fendi.”

“Lucy?”

He hesitated a second before nodding.

“You two suit one another,” she added. “She makes you a more tolerable person.”

He smirked. “And you didn’t?”

“No.” Her tone was amused. “I think part of me enjoyed our arguments too much. Lucy will actually scold you for being ridiculous.”

Talking about Lucy had lifted his spirits, but he felt a pang of longing.

They’d reached his room, and when he pushed the door open, his jaw dropped.

Lucy was sitting atop his bed.

His eyes took her in all at once. Her hair was damp and combed, and she wore a thick robe that seemed to engulf her. She was pale and exhausted, her eyes drooping. Her hand had been bandaged, but that was the only sign of injury.

At the sound of his entrance her head snapped up. She stared back at him, and her lips trembled. “A-Alfendi.”

He staggered towards her, still in disbelief as he pulled her into a hug. Ignoring his aching body, he took a moment to appreciate the warmth of her body against his, the smell of her hair, the sound of her breathing.

Hilda had been right. She was okay.

Releasing her slightly, he stared down at her face, and she smiled back up at him.

The door closed behind them as Hilda gave them some privacy.

Wordless, they sat atop his bed. Lucy’s hand cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing against his face. Her fingers ran over his stubble but stopped before she reached his ear. He watched as she studied it a moment, and despite himself, a spike of anxiety hit him, because he cared what she thought about it.

When she leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss upon his bandage, he released a sigh he didn’t know he’d been holding in.

When she drew back, she didn’t meet his eyes, and he knew why.

“It wasn’t your fault, Lucy,” he murmured.

She still didn’t look up. “I made a choice, and it got you hurt.”

“You made a choice, and got a criminal arrested,” he replied. “You fulfilled your duty. I also made a choice to come and find you.”

“You had to.”

“Of course, because I love you.”

“P-Prof…” Her eyes had filled with tears, and she shook her head. “I never wanted you t’get hurt. When you fell down the stairs, I didn’t think you’d make it out, a-and…”

As she choked on her works, he pulled her into his chest, resting his lips atop her head.

The ordeal had been harrowing. It had been excruciating for him to walk down the basement stairs and witness Briggs grabbing Lucy by her hair as she bled from her hand. How awful had it been for Lucy, to see him shot and pulled down the stairs, left fighting for his life?

“We’re both here, Lucy,” he reminded her. “Here and well. Briggs will go to prison, because of the evidence you found. In a few days we’ll both go home. In a few weeks my arm will be healed, and so will your hand, and not long after my ear will be as good as it can be. We’ll have some time off work. Perhaps we’ll go away somewhere – we’re both long overdue for a holiday.”

She sniffed, looking up. “Dropstone sounds nice, Prof. Your dad’s stories have made me want to go.”

“Then we’ll go to Dropstone.”

She grinned up at him. “So it takes a hospital visit to get you to agree to a holiday?”

He smiled. “Perhaps.”

She laughed, and holding his face gently, she kissed him. Her lips were warm and soft, and as he reciprocated, he realised how much he’d longed for her. Pulling her closer, the day’s turmoil faded. As one of her hands rubbed the back of his neck, he was lost in his senses, as though he hadn’t experienced Lucy in years.

“Ahem.”

Startled, he pulled back, Doctor Wells standing in the doorway. Lucy let out a surprised gasp, before a nervous giggle.

“You appear to be feeling better,” she commented, smiling.

Al chose that moment to relinquish all control, leaving an awkward Fendi behind. He scratched the back of his neck. “Ah, I’m-”

“Not to worry. It’s a good sign, really.” She turned her attention to Lucy. “Your test results have come back clean, Lucy. As long as you avoid using your hand for a few weeks and finish your round of antibiotics, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Ta, Doctor,” she replied, beaming.

“We’re happy to discharge you both tomorrow, as long as you’re feeling well enough. For the moment however, I’d recommend you get some more rest.”

He couldn’t help but agree. Now that he’d spoken with Briggs and seen that Lucy was alright, fatigue had begun to creep back into him.

Lucy appeared to be the same, as she stifled a yawn. Still, she fiddled with her hands, nervous. “Ee, Doctor?”

“Yes?” Doctor Wells replied, scribbling something on her chart.

“I… well, given I weren’t been monitored by any machines in my room, d’you think I might be able to stay here for the night?” Her faced reddened. “Just for sleeping, of course!”

“I see no reason why not. You might be able to stop him from wandering around the hospital.”

He liked Doctor Wells.

“Call a nurse if you need anything,” she continued. “I’ll let them know about your room change. I’ll be back tomorrow to check how you’re doing.”

“Thank you,” Alfendi said, nodding.

As she left the room and turned out the light, he and Lucy pulled the covers up. Lying on his side to ensure that his ear would not be affected, Lucy held him from behind, her head resting in the crook of his neck. Her rhythmic breathing relaxed him.

“Alfendi?” she whispered, as he was on the cusp of sleep.

“Mm?”

“Thank you.”

His hand fumbled to find her own, fingers loosely entwining.

“Always, Lucy. Always.”

#Alfendi Layton #Lucy Baker #Layton Brothers #Mystery Room #LBMR #Lucifendi #Out of Sight

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Guess who replayed Layton Bros?

#i love this!!

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Fic recommendation

I just read ‘Case #000: A Puzzling Predicament’ on AO3 and it was an intriguing take on the Jigsaw Puzzle Killings investigations. I loved the complexities of Alfendi, Hilda and Justin it portrayed and I highly recommend giving it a read!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18866998?view_adult=true

(Please note the content warnings.)

#if people have recommendations #for well-written fics #particularly for mystery room (but also layton as a whole) #yeet them my way #LBMR #Mystery Room #Layton Brothers #mod

[askalfendilayton]

more of the girls!!!

#i need to write more for these two